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January 14. Dark, cloudy and somewhat rainy. Wind dead ahead and stronger, waves of course, rising, the decks deeply sloppy and gloomy solitude reigns on the grand ship. Tried to call up Mr Dobbie. He came on deck but was soon forced back to bed. About a quarter of the passengers come to table. The wave explosions are fine and make the good ship shudder. Some of the waves also made up of many smaller ones are interesting. How are these waves so much larger than the common formed?

January 15. Land in sight, many picturesque islands. One like a ship with sails set, a schooner. On the mainland notice a few well-formed glacial wombs of residual small glaciers. Scarce a white-cap wave now to be seen. All the sick revive and rise to joyful action as if rising from the dead, so also they greet each other and the land in the pleasant enthusiasm of the newness of life. Enjoyed long talks with Mr and Mrs Clementine of Boston. Said they would like to follow me etc. Soon made many new acquaintances. Arrived about noon and go to the Central Hotel.